Fuck a Hook

[Intro]
(K money made this)
Yeah
Number one Ghetto Boy in this bitch, nigga
Haha
You already know what's happenin' with me, my nigga
Yeah
Broke ass niggas ain't never had watches or chains on, cars are real [?]
You already know how we comin', nigga, young rich nigga for real
Uh
Uh
Let's get it, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Fresh as hell at crib for no fuckin' reason (Yeah)
Fresh as hell at the crib but I ain't fuckin' leavin' (I'm just chillin')
Nine hundred dollar shirt, two-thousand dollar sneakers (Yeah)
Be careful how you run up on me, boy, I run with demons (Real demons)
Twenty thou' on me, ain't tryna hurt nothin' (I ain't tryna hurt nothin')
Told that bitch shoot out of town, she got a purse comin' (She got a purse comin')
All that kids scream Bingo when that 'Vert comin'
Niggas know they play with me, they got a hearse comin' (Bah, bah, bah)
Twenty thousand on my neck, thirty thousand on my wrist (Yeah)
Pockets filled up with strips, bitch, twerk somethin' (Twerk somethin')
F&N with blue tips, Glock 40 with a dick
Try reachin' for this shit, you gon' get hurt, bum (Bum ass nigga)
You know I can't do no song with niggas if they told (Niggas rats)
I don't wear no fuckin' buffs no more, them bitches old (Them bitches old)
All these bands got me saggin', I can't fit my clothes (Yeah)
Say you want you a new ass, bitch, come hit the road (Let's hit the road, bitch)
Got the world screamin' fuck you, that's my new shit (Nigga, fuck you)
Thirty on this rose gold, that's my new kit
Heard them niggas snatch your chain and you ain't do shit
They don't try that shit with us 'cause we done blew shit ('Cause we done blew shit)
New Amiri jeans, I can't even fit 'em (Can't even fit in these bitches)
I don't buy them bitches, shit, if I can't hit 'em (Nigga)
I don't even want the dope if I can't hit it (Fuck nah)
I ain't givin' daps, don't call me bro 'cause you is not my nigga
Bitch seen all this ice on me, she say he can get it
We'll turn off niggas' lights and make him come up missin' (Flraah)
Thousand beans in one night, that's how you come up, nigga (Run it up)
You gon' get carried off the scene if you run up, nigga
Gucci shirt and belt, I'm like fuck the sneakers
Filled the trunk full of pounds, I'm like fuck the speakers
I don't want you bums around, I don't fuck with leeches
I don't even go to church 'cause I don't trust the preacher (Nigga)
Did a tape by myself, I'm like fuck a feature
Dropped out of school in the 12th, I'm like fuck the teacher
Need a blanket on my wrist, my shit fuckin' freezin' (Brr)
Puttin' Freon in the Benz, your shit overheatin' (Ha)
Niggas stayin' with they birds, talkin' 'bout they movin' birds
I'm just lookin', like, oh, word, shit ain't addin' up
I sold rocks on the curb then moved out to the Birds
All these diamonds on my shirt, nigga, add me up
Flexin' on these niggas, got 'em mad as fuck (Niggas hurtin')
Talkin' 'bout so much flexin', they wanna tie me up (They wanna kidnap me)
Word through the grapevine, you wanna line me up
Word through the grapevine, they wanna sign me, huh? (Huh)
Word through the grapevine, we got some money 'round (Real cheese)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no petty shit, a couple hundred thousand (Real cheese)
Boy, you know the stashe protected with a hundred rounds (Fact)
We'll turn your mama crib into a haunted house
Better come and get this shit because we runnin' out (Hurry up)
Better come and get this shit, I got one more pound (Almost over)
You ain't really gettin' chips, you just run your mouth (Shut the fuck up)
Sippin' drank like it's a fifth, pour me one more ounce (Yeah)